Dr. Medulla wrote:One of the newish Simpsons I caught today had this great line from Milhouse on parental wacka-wacka: "Trust me Bart, it's better to walk in on both your parents than on just one of them."

Dr. Medulla wrote:One of the newish Simpsons I caught today had this great line from Milhouse on parental wacka-wacka: "Trust me Bart, it's better to walk in on both your parents than on just one of them."

That's a decent joke. Do you know which season?

I second the decency of that joke

We reach the parts other combos cannot reach
We beach the beachheads other armies cannot beach
We speak the tongues other mouths cannot speak

Dr. Medulla wrote:One of the newish Simpsons I caught today had this great line from Milhouse on parental wacka-wacka: "Trust me Bart, it's better to walk in on both your parents than on just one of them."

That's a decent joke. Do you know which season?

I second the decency of that joke

The joke carries!

I'm so punk, I don't even take my leather jacket off when it catches fire. Which it does frequently, because of how fucking punk I am.

Dr. Medulla wrote:One of the newish Simpsons I caught today had this great line from Milhouse on parental wacka-wacka: "Trust me Bart, it's better to walk in on both your parents than on just one of them."

FXX has been playing all Simpsons nonstop in order since Thanksgiving morning. I haven't watched my DVDs in a while, so it has been fun reacquainting myself with jokes I'd forgotten.
For example: Mr Burns while beekeeping -

They are up to season five. It's amazing that since season three rolled around, literally anytime I turned back comedy gold is happening. It's also depressing to know that in another few days that gold is gone and around 400 episodes of garbage remains.

I'm so punk, I don't even take my leather jacket off when it catches fire. Which it does frequently, because of how fucking punk I am.

Look, you have to establish context for these things. And I maintain that unless you appreciate the Fall of Constantinople, the Great Fire of London, and Mickey Mantle's fatalist alcoholism, live Freddy makes no sense. If you want to half-ass it, fine, go call Simon Schama to do the appendix.